Wednesday, May 11, 2016



All the people and things left behind,
Further in journey stumble as blind.
Modern day pioneer hoping to find,
Redemption and abundance for all left behind.

Great American Desert littered with junk,
As begin to realize terrain must traverse.
Looming mountains no time to reverse,
Survival depends on jettisoning my junk.

Become lean and strong in internal way,
Pace must quicken as Summer wanes.
Narrow passes, no longer in pain,
What began with many, now just a few - so many lost way.

Grieve those lost on the trail,
They have their own story to tell.
Each must pass through own personal hell.
Weep for those whose journey keeps lost on the trail.

Naïve that bonds were strong,
Relationships tested and truth hard.
Obvious and can't discard,
Brokenness before become strong.

Pilgrimage lasts a lifetime,
Moments of oasis and bliss.
Revive with fresh kiss,
Few will accompany you on your journey for a lifetime.

One who sticks "closer than a brother,"
When loneliness and hopelessness set in.
Parched lips desperate, cry out to Him,
He meets you for He sticks "closer than a brother."

Day will come when breath last breath,
Paradox of journey, all alone must take.
Forgiven for all of sins and mistakes,
Other side of eternity when breath last breath.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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